The Joys of Ejaculation

I learnt to masturbate and enjoy the pleasure of my own body earlier than some. I had no help or references to make things clear. I played with myself and took it to a climax. The climax was a peak in sensitivity and the emission of a single dribble of clear semen. I became too sensitive to handle.

As I began puberty, I became more sexually aware of myself and others. I began to desire more sexual pleasure. I previously was content with the finish I came to know. I made a conscious effort to masturbate more than once a day. I stroked myself until I dripped. I wanted to keep stroking even after the dribble. I am sure it lasted a few months before I discovered a true ejaculation.

One day, while lying on the bathroom floor, I felt something new. I used to stroke my penis building into a frenzy until the finish. This time, it was welling and growing as I stroked. I began to buck and moan fixated on my cock. The rising pressure was released in a burst of thick gooey sperm followed by several more bursts. It shot to my chest covering my crotch and stomach. I laid gasping in awe of the pleasure and spectacle of an orgasm. I was forever hooked from that day forward.